Pix & ND, remember that B of A is currently under investigation in several states for doing exactly the sort of thing they're doing to you (albeit often under foreclosure conditions).

It may be worth a call to the state banking commmission, and perhaps going very public (via consumer advocates, etc) about their apparent lack of good faith in dealing with you.

Much ~ma your way.

We may do that. What makes it even more fun is the property is in FL but we are in LA so it would be in both states. The problems seem to be originating in he FL office most often. Please, tell me how shocked you are.

SHOCKED.

Just got a text and a picture from my cousin. She got my care package and took a picture with all her new goodies. She is home and looks pretty good in the picture. Her sister has come up from SoCal to keep her company. I'm so happy that she is doing well.

UGH. Haircut FAIL.

Last time I kinda explained what I wanted, and she cut close to my ideal haircut. Not quite, but that's because part of what I said I didn't want was really stacked hair in the back, so she left that longer/less layered than I wanted. So I went back today, and had a picture (of me with the haircut I wanted, which was very similar to the haircut she'd already given me) and explained I just wanted the back and behind my ears shorter. What I didn't say (but should have been obvious from the picture) was that I didn't really want much/any taken off the front. It was a couple inches longer than my chin (and probably needed a trim of maybe 1"). So I'm tired, and not paying enough attention, and she's cutting a bunch off the back, and I"m thinking maybe it's too short, but gonna go with it because I don't actually care that much about the back...and suddenly she's whacking like, six inches off the front. My hair is cheekbone length now. OMG. NOT WHAT I WANTED. But at that point it was too late, unless I wanted cheekbone on one side and longer on the other, which would've looked silly. AUGH. It is poofy and I will have to DO things with it and it is TOO SHORT TO TUCK BEHIND MY EARS. I'm so annoyed. My hair needs some length in order to curl, so this will just be one big ball of frizz. ARGH.

My sister in hair cut fail. Normally I just let my gal do her thing and I love the results. A couple of weeks ago I ask for it a bit shorter in the back and maybe a steeper A line cut. I hate the results but need to let it grow out cause I don't want it even shorter. So it gets straightened or clipped back or something. There is nothing good about the no fuss look.

My hair is cheekbone length now.

::slips meara's stylist an extra twenty::

No, David. Not happy. I have a family wedding in two weeks and wanted to look good. I liked how my hair was!!! This feels like a tribble is sitting on my head.

I guess I need to buy a lot more hair bands and barrettes

No, David. Not happy. I have a family wedding in two weeks and wanted to look good. I liked how my hair was!!! This feels like a tribble is sitting on my head.

I'm sorry. I can't really imagine you looking less than good, no matter what your haircut. I have faith that you can rescue this cut with product and barrettes. Something will work because you're just that damn pretty.

Sorry for banks and finance and haircut fail and stress of Buffistas.

Shir, did you get anything else? What did you put on the biscuit?

I had the biscuit with butter and jam. I also got a chocolate-mint thingy.

omnis, that schedule is a nightmare. Take care.

I'm a bit worked up by my parents. Apparently a signed setlist from a show I've been too (with a lovely story behind it, which made it absolutely dear to my heart and therefore deserved the room on the wall) got detached from the wall in my room in my parents' house, and somehow got mixed up in a bunch of other papers, which somehow got outside of my room/lost/thrown to the garbage. Instead of "sorry we didn't notice that piece of paper" apology, which I would totally get and understand because it's a piece of paper in a house filled with pieces of papers, I got a weekend full of "why are you emotional about it" and "relax, I'm sure we'll find it eventually" every few hours. That worked on my nerves all weekend so I just want to get over it at this point, but it seems that my mother thinks that if she'll say enough times that she's optimistic about finding the setlist, I will suddenly become optimistic too.

My parents' reason is beyond me.

Edited (the second time. First time for grammar) to say this: oh God. I think I realized what drives me crazy about my communication with my mom. She sounds like a voice in my head I try to kill cause it makes me look at and operate in this world in a very stressful manner (for me. Probably for others as well).

Solving this will be a pile of joy, won't it.